A mysterious power enveloped the Divine Throne, the fortress, and the walls, making their mysteries even more obscure and unfathomable.
Tzeentch frowned, a bad feeling stirring within him. Boss Slick was not using Preservation as a foundation from which to branch out into other Divine Authorities, as most gods did to expand their power.
Boss Slick had done precisely the opposite, reforging all his Divine Authorities and hammering them into the foundation of Preservation.
Although this narrowed the paths his Divine Authorities could take, it also made them more robust.
Tzeentch could not understand why Boss Slick had done this, and that was what unsettled him.
"Surely not. Surely you don't think choosing an authority of protection will let you stand against me?" Tzeentch said mockingly.
Moreover, Tzeentch knew Boss Slick would never accept defeat, nor would he willingly become the seventh point of the Chaos Star only to be bound by Chaos.
After all, Tzeentch had previously told Boss Slick all his plans. Although Boss Slick had countered by deleting his memories at the time, who knew whether he had listened!
Once the seventh point of the Chaos Star lit up, filling the eighth would naturally follow. Either the Emperor or the Great Devourer could take that position.
With the Chaos Star complete and in its full form, the restored Warp would break free of the Old Ones' rules, and Tzeentch's grand plan would be realized in its entirety.
"The bottom line of Preservation is hope. To endure is the hope of all life." Boss Slick drew out the last of the Warp power within him. All of it had been sent by Tzeentch.
Boss Slick did not use Divine Authorities such as Wisdom or fate. He concentrated his power solely on hope.
When plotting his schemes, Tzeentch would